Although Luo Changfeng is pregnant with the secrets of his country, he can’t hide them, but it’s not as bad as he thought.

The whole day now, the insider is just a hundred families of Dayan Empire in Tiandong.
Hundreds of families in Tiandong were sealed for more than a year, and Dayan Empire was caught in the war in seven states and took care of him.
Even if Zhongzhou Emperor League Kunlun Jiange and other forces vaguely guessed the accident in the Peach Blossom Forest, it would not really disturb the appearance of the strong.
Fear of bodhi old zu nature is one of the reasons.
Besides, there is another important factor.
After all, the map of the country and mountains is a complete map of the sky.
The incomplete sky map is not without temptation for saints. On the contrary, the lure of Luo Changfeng will make the six long-lost sky maps reappear sooner or later.
In other words, those who have a broken sky map will one day be involved in fate and come together.
The combination of Jun, Tian, Qi and Tu can lead the sage to Sunday Road, but it is more meaningful for the sage to let Luo Changfeng grow up than to be greedy and incomplete.
These are all the analyses of Taoism.
But it does not rule out the possibility of exceptions.
For example, the down-and-out saint in the current rainstorm.
……
Luo Changfeng is very calm.
On whether the appearance of the stargazer is a sign of his country and mountains and rivers, he has always remained calm.
Because the opposite is a saint.
He’s not stupid enough to ask a saint to do it.
"Predecessor" Luo Changfeng saw the carriage and said that his eyes involuntarily moved away from the star-gazing guest and then fell to one arm and left the body.
He looked at his long-lost companion
Huangfuyi, with silver hair, also got a carriage
He couldn’t see the three figures in the rainstorm, but he could clearly perceive that he was an old acquaintance among the three people.
He was once a prairie fire sword, but now he is a star-gazing guest, and a puppet is burning the sky.
Chapter 50 The sage tells stories
Rainstorm hits wasteland.
Perhaps it’s because this road is so barren that few people walk on it, and there is a feeling of waterfalls falling on the barren land.
Raindrops are like beans. Even if Luo Changfeng and Huang Fuyi did not move next to the carriage, the trousers and boots were gradually covered with a lot of sludge.
At this time, the other disciples obviously didn’t pay attention to these. After all, there are not many saints in the world, and a saint confronts each other.
"Can two little friends accompany me to talk about this terrible old road sometimes?" The old man who stood with his back bent and looked at the stars with his back turned to the point.
He was in the heavy rain, but the raindrops that fell into the wasteland were very close to the roots of the rain lines, and it seemed that he had been weathered by the years, and his arm was far away from the sword and willow, and the same was true.
Luo Changfeng beside the carriage took a look at the brother around him, but he didn’t see the rain and listened to the rain. Huang Fuyi nodded slightly after feeling Luo Changfeng’s questioning eyes.